Today is also seriously pampering the enemy

[Congratulations on getting your exclusive pet lover, Yan Yan. 】

Following this system prompt, the screen gradually became translucent, and finally faintly changed into a snow-white room.

There is only a bed covered with gray sheets and a bedside table with peeling paint. The overall tone is very dull.

The only bright color is the boy in the little yellow duck pajamas.

Yan Yan closed his eyes and fell asleep, his long eyelashes fell down, casting a light shadow on his eyelids.

With black hair, a high nose bridge, and a cute and well-behaved appearance, it is almost like a miracle, and it completely conforms to Qi Yu's aesthetics.

However, the initial room of the game was too simple. Since there was no quilt, the little boy simply hugged his knees and huddled in the corner, with his little head leaning against the head of the bed, no matter how pitiful he looked.

There is no panel, no novice tips, is it necessary to let him try to interact with this villain before starting the game?

Qi Yu's heart moved, he raised his finger subconsciously, and tried to press and hold the little boy in the picture, and it was successful. He took advantage of the situation and put the child on the bed.

The moment the little boy lay down, a pop-up window popped up in the bare room:

[Yanyan seems to have a high fever, for the sake of the pet's life, please give the owner timely treatment! 】

high fever?

Why did you suddenly have a high fever?

Qi Yu was stunned for a second, and subconsciously glanced at the young boy. Sure enough, his ears and cheeks were burning red, and his whole body huddled together uneasy, which made people feel panicked.

The system prompt was hanging in front of his eyes, so Qi Yu didn't think too much about it, and quickly searched in the room.

The bedside table was empty, and the window and door locks could not be opened.

Where will the medicine cabinet be?

Qi Yu rested his chin and thought for a long time, tentatively swiped the viewing angle, and got under the bed...

【Congratulations on getting the dusty old medicine chest x1】

"Ah, it really is here."

Qi Yu raised his eyebrows a little proudly. He opened the medicine box and saw two medicines, a fever-reducing patch, and a tube of fever-reducing needles.

The injection should work faster, right?

Qi Yu clicked on the fever-reducing needle, and a prompt box of "whether to use" popped up on the screen immediately. Just when his finger was about to touch the "yes" option, the little boy suddenly turned over, his brows slightly frowned, He squeaked, "Don't get an injection..."

A line of black words slowly appeared on the dialogue bar at the bottom, plus the six dots behind it, it felt a little weak no matter how you looked at it.

"The injection doesn't hurt."

Qi Yu subconsciously spoke to the little yellow duck boy on the screen, "You will recover sooner with antipyretic injections, be obedient."

Yan Yan fell into a drowsy sleep, and when he heard that an injection was about to be given, he subconsciously shrank a little under the quilt. The white quilt and the slightly exposed black hair looked like a sesame glutinous rice ball with its stuffing exposed.

Most human beings always have a very natural desire to protect their cubs, and Qi Yu is no exception, and this picture is indeed so beautiful that he has a sense of substitution.

At that moment, he even forgot about the hooligan game occupying his mobile phone, and softly coaxed the little boy who was sleeping on the bed, "Okay, the injection is quite painful, let's see if the anti-fever paste can reduce the fever, if it is possible , no more injections."

As he said that, he clicked on the anti-fever sticker, and saw a virtual hand appearing on the game screen, carefully lifted a corner of the quilt, and then helped Yanyan stick the anti-fever sticker.

"Shouldn't this game be called Pet Lover?"

Qi Yu looked at the little boy who had been pasted with anti-fever stickers, heaved a sigh of relief, and muttered in a low voice, "It should be called a pet son, hey, but raising a baby is also very fulfilling."

As he was speaking, the young boy's eyelashes trembled suddenly, and his eyelids slowly opened, revealing a little bit of amber pupils.

The world in front of me is a vast expanse of whiteness.

Head hurts……

Yan Yan was confused for a moment, his vision turned slightly, and he immediately noticed a light screen the size of a mirror beside the bed. A very youthful face was reflected in the light screen. It also looks very familiar.

The little boy's eyes suddenly widened.

"Are you awake?"

The big boy in the light screen had gentle eyes, and even his tone was like a feather, gently flicking his ears back and forth, "Is the fever gone? Is it better?"

Qi Yu talked to himself on the phone for a long time, and when he saw the little guy on the bed still staring blankly at a certain place, he couldn't help poking the screen, and muttered curiously, "Why is it so blankly silent? By the way, how do you unlock the interaction in this game?"

Swimming... game?

Before the little boy could react, he saw a window jump out on the opposite light screen.

[Yanyan has successfully reduced the fever!Favorability towards you +1]

【Interactive function unlocked】

These two prompts appeared on Yanyan's light screen simultaneously, and his brows could not help but frown slightly.

Who is Yan Yan?What is favorability?

He raised his hand, touched the cold light screen with his fingertips, and asked subconsciously, "What mutual—"

Just in the middle of speaking, his voice suddenly seemed to be choked by something unknown, and the words he wanted to say were swallowed up, leaving only two thin lips, and he spit out a strange sentence mechanically, "You Is it my new master?"

Words: "..."

Qi Yu, who was obsessed with the interactive function, didn't notice this small change at all. An option of soothing words popped up on the screen, and he clicked on it naturally.

A line of mechanized words slowly appeared on the screen, "Yes. You just got a fever and need to rest."

"..."

The little boy looked at the cold text that appeared on the light screen simultaneously, and put his small palm on the screen.

He hesitated for a moment, just about to try to say hello to the person in front of him, but saw his eyebrows raised slightly, showing a slightly surprised expression, and at the same time raised his finger...

In the next second, the light screen that was still very clear just now suddenly went dark, and a line of white characters was slowly typed on the screen:

Communication has been lost and your host has left the room.

"..."

The little boy sat silently on the bed, staring at his little yellow duck pajamas for a while.

Now he needs to calm down.

·

"Beep, beep, beep."

The nurses' station of N City People's Hospital was quiet, except for the intermittent mechanical sounds of the machines around them.

Behind the platform, two female nurses were chatting quietly.

One of the little nurses was looking at a ward not far away with her chin resting on her chin, her face full of sadness, "Hey, I hope Brother Yan wakes up early... Tomorrow I'm going to burn incense in the temple and pray for him."

Another little nurse wearing glasses is obviously more interested in gossip news, "Tell me, did Fu Yan's driver hit the truck first, or did the truck driver hit him? I think it's going crazy on Weibo .”

"The truck driver must have hit it first."

The little fans were very dissatisfied and emphasized, "Brother Yan pays attention to traffic rules. His car was almost blocked by Yuji on the highway before, and he never drove illegally."

As she spoke, she felt more and more uncomfortable, "Dr. Zheng went to see him today and said he was conscious, but he just couldn't wake up. Do you think he will become a vegetable if this continues?"

"Where is it so miserable, it may be that the post-traumatic brain has triggered a protective mechanism."

Little Glasses comforted, "Maybe it will be over in a week, think about it, don't we see this kind of thing too often?"

"But what if, what if..."

The little fan burst into tears as she spoke. Before she was done, the little glasses suddenly patted her and said in a low voice, "Get up, the old sheep is here!"

Laoyang is actually the nickname given by the public to Fu Yan’s agent Yang Chuan, because Yang Chuan is in his 30s and always likes to wear a small mustache, which looks like a goatee, and Yang and Yang have the same pronunciation. That's how it got passed down.

As soon as they heard that the old sheep was coming, the little fans quickly wiped away their tears and watched him walking towards them expectantly.

Yang Chuan was so busy with Fu Yan's affairs these days that he was extremely haggard, and rushed over even before he had time to take care of his hair.

He smiled gently at the two little girls, and habitually grabbed two handfuls of brand-name chocolates from his pocket and put them in front of them, "How is it? Is there any media coming over today?"

"some."

Just like reporting to the leader, the little fan nurse said in detail, "They are all small workshops. There were two reporters who wanted to come here in disguise, but we called the security guards and kicked them out."

After the report, she handed over the visitor form and the black fountain pen she had on hand to Yang Chuan, and summoned up the courage to ask, "Lao Yang, there are a lot of Brother Yan's on the Internet now, saying that he is the culprit... we all I believe he is not such a disrespectful person, so, so what is the company going to clarify?"

"Don't worry, those who clean up will clean up themselves, and we will definitely help Ayan find justice."

Yang Chuan signed his name on the visitor form and returned the form to the little nurse. He pointed to the ward and smiled apologetically, "I still have some urgent matters, so I'll go there first."

The little nurse nodded, and gave him a cheering gesture very understandingly.

·

Yang Chuan pushed open the door, and he saw Fu Yan lying unconscious on the hospital bed with a ventilator on his face, and a middle-aged woman sitting beside the hospital bed wiping tears.

"Mother Fu."

Yang Chuan greeted in a low voice, "How is Ah Yan doing today?"

"not too good."

Mama Fu didn't wear makeup today, and she didn't even bother to wear her favorite pearl earrings.

Her face was pale, with deep sorrow in her eyes, "I haven't woken up. In the morning, I had a high fever, and I was overwhelmed by the work, and then retreated inexplicably... Dr. Zheng said this is a normal phenomenon." , I may have a high fever repeatedly in the past few days, so I must take care of it carefully."

"Will be fine."

Standing by the hospital bed, Yang Chuan looked at Fu Yan, who was in a coma, and repeated a few words of comfort, "Fu Yan is very strong, and he will definitely survive."

"Stop talking about that."

Mama Fu sighed and asked, "Is there something important for you this time?"

"There is one thing." Yang Chuan paused for a long time before he said embarrassingly, "On the day when Ah Yan's accident happened, he used his private account to hire a group of sailors... and now there is still a batch of final payments that have not been settled. .”

At this time, when he asked Mama Fu for money, he felt like an idiot, but the navy company was pressing hard. Although he helped to pay for part of it, the rest was really powerless.

Yang Chuan's voice became lower and lower, "I shouldn't have spoken to you at first, but I have communicated with the company about the money and said that it cannot be reimbursed..."

"What are you talking about? Repaying debts is a matter of course. There is no reason to ask people to wait. You should come and tell me."

Mama Fu took out a card from her bag and handed it to Yang Chuan, "The password is Yanyan's birthday, you don't need to give it to me, just save it for Yanyan when the time comes."

Yang Chuan breathed a sigh of relief, and took the card while thanking him.

However, at this moment, Fu's mother asked suspiciously, "But doesn't Yanyan hate the navy the most? Can I ask him what he is going to do?"

"This one……"

Yang Chuan's hand holding the card trembled slightly, and sweat dripped from his forehead. He smiled awkwardly, "A Yan told me that it must be kept secret, so...it's not convenient for me to tell you."

The author has something to say: #shocked!A movie king secretly invites the sailors...to boast about his love rivals? #

Salt: dbq, I don't quite understand our brother Yan's coquettish operation...? ?

(xjb small science class: Salt is Fu Yan’s nickname for fans)